Tag: Family
EVERYONE WAITS
Everyone waits
Some wait to die
Others wait out their fate
Still others wait until it’s too late
Children hate to wait
Some are born on time
Some are born past their due date
They don’t know we were born to wait
Then there are those who rush in
They hate to wait
So they rush in
And they get there at the wrong date
Everyone waits
She waits for the bus
He waits for his bride
She waits at the altar
As he dies in the war
She waits for the phone call
That will make her heart fall
The baby waits in utero
9 months in seclusion
Life began from day one
A child hopes to see the sun.
A man waits to die
He quit on life
When life got hard
He forsook the truth
And swallowed the lie
He waits to die
He stews in self hate
He thinks it’s too late
Life passes him by
And all he wants to do is die
Then there’s a woman who waits
For her lost love
She waits like she waited
When she was a school girl
For that phone call from him
That would rock her world
But it never came
Because he was too scared
To go after her
Who would rock his world
And the woman grew tired of the wait
And one day he showed up at her door
And then he came a day too late
Everyone waits…
-Eva Santiago copyright 2013
NOT SCARY AT ALL
NOT SCARY AT ALL
This world is not as scary as they told us
The time clock ticks
Time marches on
And things go on unabated,
litigated
Emancipated.
There is nothing new under the sun
Days gone by
People are still people
And they keep to their own
The world is not as scary as they said
Tabu things
Belong to the past
Kids grow up fast
Nothing ever lasts
They painted for us a dangerous world
And I defy that
Boy still meets girl
And he tips his hat
Boy meets girl
A perfect match they make
Mom and dad frown
They have to let go
Cuz all their kids are almost grown
Don’t tell the young guns this world is scary
They don’t care
They won’t listen to your outdated fears
Let them eat, drink and be merry
Don’t even think they are clueless
Sometimes let ‘em surprise you
At times you’re the one who needs a clue.
-Eva Santiago copyright 2012
‘Til Light’s First Rays Appeared
Last night I dreamt:
That you saw me
For the very first time
After so, so many years.
You held me
I held you
‘Til light’s first rays appeared.
Then I awoke:
Oh, it was so real!
You were here with me
As much as I was there with you
And oh, it was so real!
-EVA SANTIAGO
COPYRIGHT 2012
SALSA! The Taste of Life
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365 Snap Shots of Life: Day 237
Live!
I find that people who put themselves in a box are blasé and quite boring…
They spend their drab lives asleep, loudly snoring, while life slips by them…
Then, one day, they wake up and are upset because they claim that those of us who enjoy our lives are being loud and rude; our busy and productive lives make so much noise, it awoke them! Well, I’ll tell ya- excuse me for stepping on your boring and mundane toes. If my too-much activity stirs you to anger, well then, perhaps it’s for your good. Wake up! Take a chance!
Smell the roses, and I don’t mean the one you’ve picked out to deck your early coffin. Live and let live! Yes, this means you! Praise Him who made you. Stop your whining and complaining. Be glad He chose to keep you alive!
-EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2012
HAVE A GREAT WEEK-END EVERYONE!!! 🙂
365 Snap Shots of Life: Day 211
How is your Sunday so far? Mine is consisting of a little house work, a bit of Olympic games viewing and now giving you yet another preview of my new book coming out SOON!. When I was writing Salsa! The Taste of Life, I was afraid I wouldn’t have enough material. Now, after editing it turns out I had a surplus! I’m so glad too because I get to use this edited material to promote Salsa! before it goes live.
My editor suggested that I save this material I had to cut out for another book. I thought of it and then I realized I don’t have to. Do you know why? because this writer knows that her creative fountain will never run dry. You see, the creative process is a marvelous thing. I write when I have something to say. There are times when I only journal my personal thoughts. So I keep writing. Then after seeping in my own creative juices after a little while, VOILA! The flow starts back up. That’s why I can share my edited work with the world on my blog right now; because I know there’s more coming!
Children No More
always being taught
to ignore the Golden Rule,
What they learn is for naught.
The children in school all day,
told what to do every hour,
even told how they can play;
their disposition is quite sour.
The children in school all week;
they never learn about God.
Taught to be selfish instead of meek,
at home the parents spare the rod.
The children in school all year;
taught to be good for nothing,
filling them up with knowledge, facts, and fear,
out after twelve years, knowing nothing at all.
From the crib to the daycare,
from the daycare to the classroom,
all they learn is to defy God and swear.
The children are in school…
Today, to be a child is quite rare.
-Eva Santiago Copyright 2012
DISCLAIMER! This poem is in no way meant to offend any teacher who works in the public school system. I have many friends who teach in public schools and I respect them all for the tremendous job they do in a failed system.
Eva Santiago 